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Chapter Eight Traitors! Female execution in the Reich
(note: This is fiction. Names are not of real people.)
The colonel unloaded deep within the general's kneeling mistress as the young blond screamed with each methodical stroke. As he fell back in exhaustion, Dr. Stephanie leaned over the colonel's crotch, taking his cum-drenched, softening cock into her mouth and sucking it of its remaining drops of semen.
As the ménage-a-tois collapsed together onto the General's expensive Iranian carpet, the telephone next to his wingback armchair rang. Listening intently, the General then raised his chin and, covering the receiver with his hand announced in a serious tone "Colonel, it's the SS Investigative Bureau. They've been trying to locate you for hours."
The colonel was silent for several moments as he held the receiver to his ear. It was clear from the expression on his face that the nature of the late-night telephone call was important. "I'll be there right away" was his only response.
Hanging up the phone and pulling up his trousers, the Colonel looked to the General and said "SS Command has just informed me that they have captured a female American spy. She's being interrogated now, but Command needs me depart for Mainz without delay for her immediate trial and sentencing."
There was initially silence in the room. From the colonel's words, Dr. Stephanie Nollendorf knew that somewhere in Germany an American woman was, at that moment, being tortured in unimaginable ways. As a gynecologist who had both worked for and witnessed the work of the Nazis, she also knew that the torture was probably of a sexual nature. Stephanie knew that whatever tortures the American spy was enduring, it was a fate worse than death, and she also knew it was the fate that only her submissive obedience to the Colonel would prevent her herself from facing.
"I'll phone my staff and have an aircraft fly you there immediately" the general eventually interjected as he again picked up the telephone receiver to make travel arrangements for the Colonel.
Turning to the two nude women still sitting on the floor the Colonel ordered to Stephanie "Get up and get dressed, we must be leaving." Obeying his command, Stephanie immediately rose from the floor, as the young mistress blurted "Oh, I'm sorry you can't stay and play, we were just beginning to have fun." It was at this point that Stephanie noticed the remnants of some white powder on her upper lip.
As the General escorted the Colonel and Stephanie downstairs to the awaiting staff car which he had arranged to drive them to the airport, the beautiful German farm girl remained upstairs, still naked, masturbating on the living room floor.
As Stephanie quickly said goodbye and turned to step into the chauffeured staff car, the General looked her in the eye and asked "I know I've met you somewhere before, possibly at the Fuehrer's retreat down in Birchtesgarten?"
A cold chill ran up and down both Stephanie's and the colonel's spines.
"Well, thank you for everything General. As always, everything was wonderful" the colonel quickly interjected between the two, attempting to both deflect the General's inquiry and get Stephanie out of there before she could reply.
"No, no, I'm sure I have met her somewhere before Colonel, I am sure of it" the general persisted, "I always remember a beautiful woman."
"Well, we must go, I don't want to keep the plane waiting" the colonel nervously replied as he began to step inside the limousine, hoping to get away before the general remembered Stephanie from some past encounter.
Hoping to get the thought of a prior meeting off the General's mind, once he and Stephanie were seated inside the limousine the colonel rolled down the window and stuck his head out, motioning with his finger that he wished to whisper something in the General's ear.
As the general leaned forward the colonel whispered "She's all yours my friend, next time I'll see that she does anything you want" then drawing his head back into the window, and changing to normal tone of voice he repeated "anything my friend, anything you want."
As the plane landed at the airfield in Mainz, the Colonel had a dilemma. He knew if he'd left Stephanie alone at a hotel room she would probably escape and runaway. But he also knew that the proceedings with the new American spy would be top-secret, and his rank, while a senior Colonel, may not permit him to bring a "guest" into the interrogation.
The colonel quickly checks Stephanie and himself into the finest hotel in Mainz. He then arranged for a guard to stand watch over the hotel suite until he returned. To further secure his "prisoner" he forced Stephanie is stripped completely naked and he then proceeded to have all her clothing locked into the hotel luggage room.
"Don't even think of leaving his room until I return, no matter how long it takes" the Colonel ordered Stephanie as she stood before him completely stripped naked.
"Yes sir, my master" was Stephanie's only reply as she looked straight ahead, obediently not making eye contact.
As he turned to leave the room the Colonel said "feel free to order anything from room service you want. Oh, and clean shave your pussy again, I want it fresh and smooth, just like a little girl."
"Yes master" was her only reply. The middle-aged obstetrician, a woman who had always had patients' submitting to her wishes, was beginning to learn to be a true submissive herself.
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22-year-old Martha Haynes had grown up in Berlin, the daughter of an American career diplomatic officer. The strawberry-blond, green-eyed, milky-skinned, Midwest girl of medium build had shoulder length reddish hair. She was rather cute in an everyday, girl-next-door, sort of way. Though born in Bettendorf, Iowa, Martha had both elementary school and high school in Berlin, and having been raised with the help of a German nanny, had been fluent in German since she was four years old.
Martha had undergone two years of extensive espionage training in both the United States and German-speaking eastern Switzerland before being air-dropped into a village near Stuttgart in southern Germany. She had been sent into the field complete with authentic German tailored clothing, perfectly forged identification documents, $17,000 in counterfeit Marks, and a portable radio code-key transmitter power only by hand crank.
Miss Haynes had merged her way rather easily into German society and had managed to land a job in the Records Department of the Ministry of War Production, headquartered in Mainz. Employed there as a low-level clerk, suspicion was raised regarding her spy status when she was seen digging through papers in a locked, secure area of the Ministry building by plain-clothes security disguised as janitors. The old, three-story walk-up attic room in the boarding house where she lived was searched while she was at work, and the hidden radio transmitter was found, along with a tiny camera and much of the nearly perfectly counterfeited cash.
Picked up at work, Martha now stood attention-like in the center of the interrogation room, arms at her sides, as a bespectacled Nazi interrogation officer sucked deeply on his cigarette, blowing smoke-rings upwards as he leaned against his desk. In the corner sat a Nazi-uniformed female stenographer, her hair in a tight bun, waiting to record Martha's every word.
Martha was wide-eyed, taking short, shallow, rapid breaths which caused her chest to rise and fall is quick succession. She still wore the same white blouse and grey wool skirt she was arrested in a few hours earlier. The 5 foot, 3 inch girl now stood barefoot, her shoes and short hose being taken from her upon entering the room.
On the interrogator's desk was a lunchroom-sized tray covered with a cloth. As he withdrew the cloth, Martha's eyes bulged and filled with tears as she witnessed an assortment of medical instruments and tools of torture, including a chrome-colored vaginal speculum and a straight razor, to name a few.
"We're going to become close" he said as he lifted the razor and unsheathed it "You are going to tell me everything; everything you remember since the day you were born; who your parents were, when you were first spanked, when you first kissed a boy; everything."
Smiling, he held the open straight razor under her chin and said "Tell me your real name." It all began that simple.
As Martha talked, the stenographer wrote, keeping her head down all the while. After Martha had answered question after question, the interrogator paused from his quizzing to cut a single button from her blouse with the razor.
"How old were you when you had your first period" he inquired as the questions became more intimate, more personal.
"Twelve" she answered as a tear rolled down her cheek as he cut off the second button.
"Put your arms straight up over your head" he calmly ordered as he moved to look Martha directly in the eye.
"How old were you when you first had intercourse" he grilled, staring just inches from Martha's face. As her lower lip quivered and her eyes looked downward, Martha slightly shook her head "no" as tears now trickled down both cheeks. The 22-year-old was as pure as the day she was born.
The interrogator smiled back in silence as he gently lifted her chin with the hand holding the razor, attempting to again stare in her eyes as she obediently held her arms overhead.
The 30-ish female stenographer smirked as she raised her head for a moment, casting a sheepish grin toward Martha.
As he held her chin with one hand the interrogator reached down and lifted the hem of Martha's wool skirt, slowly sliding his fingers upward to stroke her pussy lips through the crotch of her cotton panties.
"No, please" she whisper as her quivering mouth now cried softly.
"Oh Yes" he quietly answered with a broad smile as he stroked he cotton-clad feminine lips, "this, and so much more."
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